the tree is more than first a seed,
then a stem, then a living trunk,
and then dead timber.
the tree is a slow,
enduring force
straining
to win the sky...
i love reading and talking and listening and growing and writing and changing and painting and rocking and dancing and singing and shouting and crying and sharing and eating and laughing. the world is a small and very sad place without the Love of PEOPLE. what a sweet ride it is...
1 comment:
what the hell?! can we please learn his dance?
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